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There are murmurs around me, and the mingling scent ofAlphas.
My inner Omega still needs more, desperate for the other man mere feet from me.
“Olive,” Dylan whispers, sitting on the bed. “May I touch you?”
I nod my agreement, and Dylan presses a chaste kiss to my lips. I hum in pleasure and reach out my hands to run them down his sculpted chest.
“You shouldn’t be this hot,” I murmur, and he laughs.
“And you shouldn’t be this beautiful,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose. “But here we are.”
Who would have thought the place I’m happiest would be where I’ve been the most miserable?
Dylan climbs on top of me, and I arch my back.
“We’re running out of time, so I can’t go as slow as I’d like,” he whispers. “But when we get you back home, I’ll make love to you for hours.”
Home.
“Don’t go slow,” I moan, scratching my nails down his back. “Just fuck me, Alpha. I need it.”
His cock enters me, stretching me just as Brock did, and I thrust my hips up.
“Yes,” he hisses, lifting my legs up and over my head. “That’s right, baby. Look at you, taking my cock like that.”
“Holy shit,” I hear Brock murmur from the other side of the room. “Take his cock, Olive. I want to watch you come on it.”
Dylan fucks me slowly and deeply, the mattress shaking with his movements.
“Goddamn,” he mutters. “You’re perfect, Olive. So beautiful like this. You were made to take our cocks.”
I’m high on the pleasure, unable to control my moaning as he continues talking to me.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, sweetheart. Not sure my knot is going to fit—”
I come.
He hits me perfectly in a spot that has me seeing stars, and I ride the wave of ecstasy as he moans, his hips slamming against mine.
It’s too much and not enough.
It’s heaven in the center of Hell.
“Come on my cock,” he begs. “Keep going, baby, fuck—”
His blonde hair has fallen into his eyes, and he’s feral as he brings his body over mine, his cock twitching and inflating as he pumps me full of his cum.
“Fill me, Alpha,” I gasp, as his lips find the delicate skin that Brock abused.
His teeth sink in, sharp pain cresting over my pleasure, and Dylan marks me as his own.
Just like with Brock, I sense everything.
His kindness. His compassion. The way he looks up to his older brother. The way he leads with empathy, his soul encompassed in generosity.
Brock and Dylan offer me something I don’t have.
They help me become whole.
